Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.